This Erithacus rubecula had made its home somewhere on the west coast of Scotland. The robins I’ve encountered in Scotland and England were a lot less shy than the ones in continental Europe.
The species is hunted around the Med, but generally the numbers seem to be on the rise.
This Corvus frugilegus and I met a couple of years ago in Scotland, on a beach near St. Andrews. These highly intelligent birds face the threads of losing habitat because of extensive agriculture, of losing food because of mercury coating on seeds and the use of pesticides, and of losing their life because stupid humans shoot them (http://www.iucnredlist.org/details/22705983/0).
This Fulmarus glacialis is was member of a colony near St Andrews, Scotland. May they always have enough fish and some cliffs to bread on.
A young specimen of Prunella modularis exploring a garden in Pitlochry, Scotland. The name roughly translates as ‘small brown singer’.
‘That lies like truth: ‘Fear not, till Birnam wood
Do come to Dunsinane:’ and now a wood
Comes toward Dunsinane. Arm, arm, and out!’
‘On its lovely site overlooking the loch it remains, still beautiful, standing in emptiness and ruin, its walls and rooms open to the sky. […] Linlithgow makes me hope there may be a day when some humans will no longer think it desirable, or even acceptable, to kill one species in order to protect another, specially nurtured, carefully bred for the sole purpose of being shot for sport.’
(Esther Woolfson, Corvus: A Life with Birds, Granta)
… the small and lovely Loch an Uaine, whose waters have the green gleam of old copper roofs …
(Nan Shepherd, The Living Mountain: A Celebration of the Cairngorm Mountains of Scotland, Canons)